The writer must earn money in order to be able to live and to write, but he must by no means live and write for the purpose of making money.

Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks.

Let the ruling classes tremble at a communist revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win. Workingmen of all countries, unite!

The human being is in the most literal sense a political animal, not merely a gregarious animal, but an animal which can individuate itself only in the midst of society.

Landlords, like all other men, love to reap where they never sowed.

Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time.